Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 18, 2013 0:20:45 GMT -5
Belle had made her way away from the two men, and the lantern. She could feel her heart racing as tears welled up in her eyes utterly lost in despair over the many who fell at the control of the spirit. She felt herself lost in deep mourning over the recent loss of her home, the De'Vera estate located near the coast of Demacia. Her Mother among the fallen.
But to know she was the reason so many more died?
How could anyone want her as a Queen? She felt the burden of her sins weighing heavily upon her shoulders. Her stomach turned violently as she staggered forward, sobbing silently with her hand cupped over her lips. As a hint of a cry left her, she turned and just as suddenly released the contents of her stomach into a bush.
How could she help to rule a great city like Demacia if she's so weak?
Her will was breaking under the strain of the possession. It was nearly unbearable for her by this point as she shook with her hand pressed against the wall behind the bush. She heaved heavily until nothing further would come, feeling droplets of sweat creep down her skin and off her nose and chin. She could hardly see straight.
What was happening now?
Her fingertips tinted a slight blue from the poison as she stumbled back, and collapsed in a cold sweat upon the ground. Her breaths quickened as she stared dizzily at the ground she lay sideways upon. Her fingers curling with teal eyes growing distant.
No, you won't die so easily. I have kept the toxins at bay.. But oh look, you have company.
The faint sound of shoes clicking caught her ear. Was she saved? She would be alright? How could she live knowing what she's caused?
Jarvan paid her too much focus. He promised to put Demacia first, however. That was her reassurance that things would be alright in the end.
But now, servants are dead. And a chunk of Demacia's population are terribly sick, or deceased from the spiced cider. It was a thoughtful gesture, something to sooth the strain felt heavily upon their backs. She wanted to help. It was all just to help them.
You helped them. Now they will serve the Ruined King, and take back what rightfully belongs to him. Click.. click... tic... toc...
With the main demacian force distracted by the undead horde, and nocturne's darkness sweeping across the City, Azazel saw an opportunity to get in behind enemy lines an wreck havoc anyway the Dark Summoner-Knight could. He flew, invisible to those below him as he was no more than a pillar of shadowy black smoke, traveling across a darkned sky.
He felt himself now far behind the front lines, so he decended. The black smoke plumetted from the sky, hitting the ground with a sweeping gust of smoke filled wind. The smoke clears and in its place a man looking to be wrapped in the darkness itself. His eyes crackling with dark magic beneath his hood. He looks around, observing where he was... In his years upon the isles, Demacia had changed a great deal. He now knew where nothing was... yet... He felt something sinister, twisted and sickening nearby... A spirit? what was a spirit of the isles doing so far away from the main force... Wait... This was no spirit of the isles, this one had Thresh's taint all over it... There was something else... It was within a host?
Azazel cracks a smile, deciding that this far away from the armies, it would be best to disguise himself. A quick wave of his hand and the shadows surrounding him fade away into nothing, in their place a pair of simple priest robes. His eyes now a deep blue were down-cast as he walked towards the spirit, intent on finding out what exactly was going on. His shoes click along the cobblestone, his shoulder length black hair seeming to sway unnaturally with each step.
He continues walking towards the spirit only to find the woman had collapsed upon the ground, he sensed poisons within her body, the seemed to be stopped by the spirit possibly in an attempt to keep its host alive.
He feigns a concerned frown, his voice gentle and kind, "My dear... Are you okay? What are you doing out here in the streets? You could be hurt if the fighting spills out..."
He kneels and places a reassuring hand upon her back, "Are you already hurt?"
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 18, 2013 2:27:55 GMT -5
Belle's vision blurred and focused in and out as she saw the shadow of a man approach. Momentarily it appeared evil in her unfocused stare, but as it came back into focus she realized what he was.
The Priest.
She had heard his footsteps. Yes, she was safe now. A holy man was a welcome sight. Her lips parted as she tried to speak, animated only by the sheer will of the dark spirit within her.
"I need.. help. I was poisoned.." Whispered Belle. As she tried to move, her vision blurred again dangerously, causing her to still and grip against the ground trying to chase away the blurring vision. It was a brutal experience for her.
The spirit within her could sense the unusual aura of the 'Priest.' It knew something was strange, but it would say nothing out of the ordinary attempting to discourage suspicion for Belle, and the new arrival.
Azazel lets out a quiet tittering sound, his mouth almost curling into a smile as he places her arm around his neck before looping his own around her waist, "Well my dear... We can't have that can we? Let me help you." He stands, making sure to keep her weight on him, "I know a quiet place nearby. I can heal you there. All will be fine."
He attempts to support her as he slowly makes his way down the street making sure not to lose ahold of her. He felt the dark presence within her, curious as to what and why it was there, he sent a pulse of magic through her as to try figure out what it was exactly. A dark spirit, but what was it doing there in the first place?
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 21, 2013 4:03:08 GMT -5
As Belle was lifted to her feet, she gave a painful groan at being moved in general. Everything hurt so bad, and she could feel the gurgling in her throat as her stomach threatened to succumb to the nausea again. Her arm loosely hung around his shoulder as she trembled uncomfortably, taking weak steps in the direction he guided her.
The dark spirit was laughing. Within her mind, it continued to torment her relentlessly. It was enjoying this far too much, and it loved the fact it knew the Priest was not what Belle thought. Such evil trickery! How delightful!
Azazel pauses for a moment, attempting to sense if any life was in any of the houses. A few had some people that had apparently refused the evacuation order, sensing a nearby empty house he slowly makes his way there, supporting her up the steps. He gently nudges the door, magic sparking slightly as the lock clicks open. Opening the door would reveal a middle class home, nothing fancy but nothing too poor. The outside door had lead them into a rather barren room. It seemed the family who had evacuated took all their belongings with them,
"Welcome to my humble home," He smiles reassuringly as he places her upon the floor across from the fire place, lying through his teeth he keeps the gentle expression, "Sorry about the lack of.. well anything... One who walks my path has little need for objects other than food and water."
He walks away for a few moments, leaving Belle alone with the evil spirit inside her. He would return a few moments later with a jug of water and a small cup. He kneels beside her, "My dear... Let us start with who you are shall we?" He pours some water into the cup and places it next to where the woman lay, a sign she should drink.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 21, 2013 10:35:29 GMT -5
Belle was becoming increasingly frail as she was moved. But the spirit within her kept the poison at bay, until she was lay down on the floor. She lingered there a moment, before suddenly staggering to her feet and rushing for the bathroom to empty her stomach again.
The spirit took control of her body again, grunting as she'd punch the mirror to tear open the skin on her fist. With a small cry, Belle stood with her bloodied hand over the sink as the poison was forced out through the wound and down the drain. It wasn't all of it, but Belle would survive the toxins.
As the Priest returned to the livingroom, he would find Belle limping her way out of the bathroom weakly, looking sick, but better then she had been. She didn't make it far before collapsing however, as her body was still incredibly weakened from the poison.
"Please.." She breathed heavily as she slowly tried to push herself back to a stand, "I need to return to the lantern.. I must.. destroy it.."
She slowed and lay on her side again, looking weakly towards the empty fireplace, "..Marabelle.. De'Vera.. Lightsheild.." Her name spoken in a whisper. If he helped her to drink, she would carefully sip.
The spirit inside stirred and chuckled to itself, finding it all very amusing indeed! It was excited for whatever was to come. Perhaps it might take control, and take her away to the Shadow Isles with the one disguised as the Priest. Or maybe it will kill more people in Demacia and leave Marabelle to her shame! Oh how wonderful all the possibilities!
Azazel frowns, lantern? Could she mean Thresh's lantern? When summoned earlier he didn't seem to have it with him. Wonderful, it means The Warden will be of less value to the king should he not be able to retrieve it. He soon snaps out of his thoughts at the name Lightshield, "Oh my..."
Royalty? Well... Perhaps he could use this...
"Marabelle dear, I am not only a priest, but, I am also a healer, do not worry child, you are safe in my hands. The lantern can wait, I'm sure someone will handle it." He lifts the cup of water to her lips urging her to sip, he then places a hand upon her shoulder as if reassuring her... But in fact, he was attempting to commune with the dark spirit within her.
[shadow=black,left,300]"By the Ruined King's name, I demand to know what you are doing here spirit."[/shadow]
Marabelle herself would not be able to hear the words being said to the spirit, it would simply look as though the priest was praying in preparation.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 24, 2013 17:19:21 GMT -5
The spirit within her cackled softly.
This woman is my hostage. And through me, the Warden's hostage. By his will, I remain tormenting this woman. The Prince's wife... Marabelle...
The name was long and drawn out when the spirit whispered to Azazel. It's voice but a whisper like a monster lurking in the murky depths. She is sinful... Her pain is delicious, and exploitable.. The death of so many, for my Master's collection.. The lantern, my home..
Marabelle seemed content at the prayer as she rested there. She was so tired. Physically, and mentally she was exhausted. The spirit had surely done its work to bring her misery, and from it, the spirit fed and grew stronger.
Azazel smiles, on the outside it would seem he was contend with his prayer, but on the inside he was laughing, the woman was broken already? And being used by Thresh? Well... Time to kill two birds with one stone...
"Oh my... An evil spirit... It seems to be feeding off you sadness, child..." He gently strokes her hair, "Confess your sins and I may absolve you of your wrong doings... and expel it from your being."
In reality a plan had already formulated within a piece of his mind that was blocked off from any intrusion, he would fuel the spirits power on her misery, manipulate her into speaking about her sins, remembering them. Allow the spirit to feed... Then us it's own power against it and obliterate the spirit... And a little something else.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 24, 2013 19:18:53 GMT -5
'Confess my sins?' Belle thought as teal eyes settled wearily on the Priest. Would she dare speak of the ill deeds of her life?
"My.. sins.." She whispered, acknowledging his words. To be rid of the spirit would be a blessing for Belle, unknown to the sinister intention of the 'Priest' sitting with her. Her elbows shifted, bracing her weight as she tried to push herself up into a sitting position.
"I.." Looking down, her hands following to push herself up more with a pained look on her features. As she finally arrived to a seated position with her legs bent at her side and her hands weakly bracing her to her left, she would tremble with a shaky breath. He knew of the spirit...? That was a little surprising, but if he were a holy man then surely what he says would be true.
"I knew.." she whispered, "..that someone was poisoning my Father.. But I was always too frightened to speak up. I thought.. if I said something, more people would be hurt. I tried to convince myself he was doing it for selfless reasons..." A look of anguish settles upon her gentle features, becoming lost in her thoughts as she stares towards the floor, "..he died because of that.. and now.. my Mother has died, too.. never knowing the truth. I was too scared to say anything.. I should have.. but.. I'm such a coward.."
She closed her eyes tightly as her fingers curled against the wooden floor scraping her nails heavily against it, "..and now.. so many others have died because I wasn't strong enough to keep Thresh away.. and my husband.." Biting her lower lip, "It's my fault he wasn't present to fight off the Shadow Isles when first they arrived.. And now.. more have died because of the spirit inside of me... I'm.. I'm so weak.."
Teal eyes lifted to Azazel with such intense sorrow in her gaze, "I couldn't stop the spirit from poisoning the cider.. Now.. so many more are dead.. I-I couldn't bare to think what might happen if I'm with child.." Cutting herself off, she'd choke softly on her tears, turning her eyes back to the ground. Too ashamed to even look at the man she believed was a Priest.
Azazel nods as she speaks, remaining silent and allowing her to finish, the gentle smile remained upon his face, seeming genuine as he looks upon her with feigned sadness in his eyes,"Ah... Dear, I believe everyone is capable of salvation. I can cleanse your soul and the dark spirit I sense within you."
He raises a hand, a golden light seems to emit from it, "Just relax child, this shall not take but a moment... And let us prey, the creator has heard your confession and recognizes your sorrow, close your eyes." If she allowed him too, he would place his hands over her eyes, a comfortable warmth would spread through her, as Azazel preforms what seems to be an exorcism upon the evil spirit. She would feel intense pain rack through her body as Azazel draws the essence of the spirit, essentially destroying it. It would be a long and tedious ritual, the needle like pain never leaving her body until the spirit was completely destroyed and it's essence turned into something else... A curse... Belle would never feel love for another sentient creature so long as she lived. She would feel an empty void within her heart, a cold loneliness that would feel as though it were suffocating her. "How do you feel?"
He was curious as to see if she would feel the effects immediately or not.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 24, 2013 20:16:14 GMT -5
Belle carefully lay back with her eyes wearily on the Priest, but soon closed them as she started to relax. The taunting from the spirit only grew more intense with the confession, causing tears to stream down her cheeks. As his hand rested over her eyes, she would close them in preparation for the 'exorcism.'
When the pain kicked in, the scream of the spirit caused her to cry out not only from the physical, but also the emotional torture of having to endure everything the spirit was. Everything it felt, she felt as it latched onto her soul violently intending to bring her as much torment as it could.
What is this!? The spirit demanded, I WILL NOT LE--AAHHHHHHH! NOOO!
The tedious act of destroying the soul was brutal, but along with it, her love stolen away just as violently. As the ritual ended, Belle looked confused. Her thoughts were almost entirely upon Jarvan, and the thoughts of a family. And suddenly, she was emptied of those thoughts and the prospect of having a heir for him. For the man she once loved.
"What.." she whispered as she opened her eyes, "..I feel.. empty.." A confused look settled on Azazel.
Azazel had broken out in a sweat while preforming the ritual, mainly due to how hard it was to preform while keeping the illusion of the priest up. He looks at her, a troubled look upon his face, "The... The creator... He does not forgive you. He believes that you..." Azazel swallows, letting out a shaky breath, "He believes you are worse than those monsters killing the innocent as we speak... He says... You had a choice and did not act, where as they do not... I am sorry my child... He does not deem you worthy of feeling love..."
A tear rolls down Azazel's cheek as he bows his head, "There is one way however... To redeem yourself... You must find and destroy The Chain Warden himself... Save the countless other souls from his grasp... Only then will the Creator see you as one of his own children once more." He looks to Belle with pity, "I am sorry it has come to this..."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 24, 2013 20:40:20 GMT -5
Belle slowly sat up again with a pained look on her face, "..I.." Without love? She could never truly love Jarvan again? "Would you.. please.. would you find Prince Jarvan, my husband.. Would you tell him.." Knowing there was little chance she might survive another encounter with Thresh, she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Tell him... I'm sorry.."
As she finished speaking, she would slowly push herself to her feet grabbing hold of her quiver and bow. She knew where his lantern was, and there she would return. What fear and paranoia drove the madness outside in the bleak darkness, would stir a storm within the noble's heart.
She felt no love. And she had only one thing left worth living for..
Jarvan.
Should she never be able to love her as she wished to, he was better off without her. Without another word, Belle moved silently towards the door. Her hand clinging around the knob, before a click.. opening it, and disappearing into the dark shroud.
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